I pluck the dandelion from the ground.

A deep breath,
Wind blows the tiny seeds away
And I wish to be like them.

To fly free,
Being taking away
By the wind,
To strange
Yet beautiful places.

Where nothing matters;
No one worries about Love
No one worries about Hate

It's just me:
That floating dandelion seed.
That was blown away
Just by the very air you breathe.